One day I met my own mortality,
Saw vicious death was virtues sole reward,
Oh! Must, at last in dark absurdity,
Both good and evil end, 'Is there a God? '
And then I saw the angry face of sin,
That pulpits, public squares and pens applaud,
The voice of truth that lay entombed within,
While untruth reigned without-'Is there a God? '
And as I walked along I met my fears,
Fears meaningless, fears that I must record,
In lonely verses inked in lonely tears,
In tears that cannot fall-'there is no God! '
Then Lo! I heard the answer of true love,
'First look within O ye who look above! '
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I would like to translate this poem
Physical mortality happens to both good and evil people but the quality of being and living while alive is vastly different! Virtuous vs vicious characters and lifestyles are polar opposites. But lots of people have both good and evil in them but whether they express these is up to conscience, religions and laws.